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Chapter 7 - Brinley | The Velvet People

Chapter 7: The Velvet People

I needed to tell him.

The thought burned through my mind as his lips moved against mine. The table was distraught and he was pushing me back. We walked hurriedly, nearly tripping over ourselves but never once distancing. Our mouths fixed to each others. He tasted like apricot, but sweeter yet. I wanted to taste him everywhere, I never wanted to stop.

I needed to fucking tell him before he found out himself. I needed to save myself from the ache, he wanted me. He wouldnt once I showed him or told him. He would be disgusted like everyone else, he wouldnt understand and I would be left with two bowls of chicken broth and a half eaten apricot on the floor.

He pushed me against the closed door to my little room. His body was pressed against mine but I wanted more.

"Finn, Finn" I breathed, trying to get his attention. I spoke through desperate kisses, his tongue and mine constantly trying to reach other like two lovers lost. I heard him groan and the sound felt like the best thing on my lips. My fingers went through his hair and he pushed his groin against mine.

I felt his arousal and I wondered if he thought I wasn't attracted to him. He wouldnt be able to feel me the same way I felt him. Yet, I was almost certain I wanted him more than he wanted me.

"Finn," I breathed and he moved his lips to the corner of my jaw, moving down to my neck. I pressed my head back against the door and started rubbing myself against his arousal with no guard. "Finn, stop"

The word ricocheted through me and pushed him back almost immediately. His lips were wet and he stumbled back and away from me. A look of horror and confusion plastered over his face and I wanted to reach out and soothe all those lines of worry. I swallowed a breath and composed my rising chest. He put as much distance between us as the small space allowed and I could feel a burn in my heart. I moved my palm against the ache and pressed it against my chest.

"I-" Finn spoke, shaking his head "I don't know what went over me, I'm sorry."

"Finn"

His face grimaced at the sound of his name from my mouth, a small broken moan escaped from his lips. "I'll go. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to force myself on you. Oh god, fuck. I'm so fucking sorry, Brinley"

He couldn't even look at me. My lips quivered and I told myself not to cry. I needed to open my mouth and fucking tell him. I didn't want him to go. Holy hell, he was one of the only things I wanted staying. The words were stuck in my throat and I tried pushing them out, tried to make myself admit it.

He looked at me for a small second before shaking his head, his eyes full of raw apology. I reached out to him with my hand when he turned around and walked to the exit. He was too far and too close. I wanted to press him back against me, put my forehead on his and make him see. Will him not to be disgusted with me.

"Finn, I -" I began

"I'll ask someone to come back with money tomorrow. It's the least I can do and I need to know your mother will be alright. I really-" he turned suddenly to me and I took a step back from the surprise of his movement. He looked down at the action and a look of mortification replaced his soft features. He looked to be in physical pain, and my head was hurting so bad I couldn't get myself to explain.

"God, I'm so sorry" he placed his palm on the door handle, the action shook over me. I couldn't scream at him to stop because my mother was sleeping and although she slept heavy whenever I gave her poppy seeds, she could have been woken. So I did the only other thing I wanted to.